Posts from Мафия 32. Asylum

Seriously, you won’t even let me finish my last cigarette?

I withdraw my vote, let Vistrit be executed. So there will be 282.

Execute WisTrit - 2 votes (Werevolka, WisTrit)
Execute Nebo - 8 votes (Hermit, Xostor, Князь_OMEGA, Wishmaster, RiMpel2, Нэйра Дрейк, Gil4, Loreley)
Execute Xostor - 2 votes (Nebo, Гур)

7 votes are needed for an execution.

Perhaps it no longer made sense to hide what I had seen in the abandoned operating room. Together with a few other people, I examined it more carefully. In a small alcove with a washbasin, I noticed a small, worn, and inconspicuous wall cabinet.

However, when I opened it, I found that the cabinet was in full use: it contained several bottles of liquid for sterilizing instruments, a box of disposable surgical gloves, and an elegant case made of genuine leather. Opening it, I saw an excellent set of scalpels – more decorative than intended for use – and a gold-inlaid inscription: “To the Rising Star from the International Society of Surgeons, Brussels, 1989.”

A doctor who approached me from behind exclaimed in surprise: “Good heavens, this is Nebo’s set! What is it doing here? Could it be…”

Nebo was found, as usual, in his office. He listened to us with his usual restraint and did not utter a word when he was asked to take off his robe and go to the cell, only slightly tilting his head in agreement.


Inhabitants of the sanatorium:
Xostor
Gil4
WisTrit
Werevolka
Hermit
RiMpel2
Loreley
Гур
Нэйра Дрейк
WishmasteR
Князь_OMEGA

Eliminated:
Ple-Sen
Pitch Black
Arandor
Thorium
WhiteLizard
Amko
Reinhard
Nebo

Ezekiel 25:17

Finally, I am beginning to understand something.

Hours of attempting to decipher the handwriting in Laura's chart nearly drove me insane myself—but as a result, I have finally begun to reconstruct the picture of her stay at the asylum. After powerful psychotropic drugs yielded no effect (aside from the fact that the girl would either be unable to sleep for several days or unable to get out of bed due to severe bouts of dizziness and rapid heartbeat—though these seemed to be trivialities that no one here paid attention to), a specialist in therapeutic restraint took over.

Laura was placed in a chair of his own invention, the very one I saw with my own eyes—the girl's body remained fixed, while her head was placed in a wooden cube filled with ice. As noted in the chart, the treatment had a striking effect—after a day spent in such a position, Laura claimed that everything she had said regarding her uncle's harassment was a product of her imagination, delirium, and hallucinations. Poor thing, that wasn't very wise. By admitting to a mental disorder, she only confirmed that she needed treatment... and intensive treatment at that.

I would have continued analyzing the records, but I was distracted by noise in the corridor. Looking out, I saw several doctors and a nurse with an oxygen mask running toward the residential wing. Sensing something sinister, I quickly tucked my pistol into my belt and hurried after them. The destination of our short raid was WisTrit's bedroom. At the moment, however, it resembled a slaughterhouse more than a bedroom. The furniture was overturned and broken, as if a rabid beast had rampaged here, and the entire room was splattered with blood as if a pig had been butchered. I didn't see WisTrit himself immediately—the bloody body almost blended in with the sheets upon which it lay sprawled. Yes, he no longer needed an oxygen mask.

The murder weapon lay beside the body—it was a spatula, which the doctor so often placed between patients' teeth during electroconvulsive therapy sessions. What inhuman strength and inhuman rage must one possess to literally riddle the victim's body with it! At the head of the bed, a cross had been crudely painted on the wall in blood, as if the killer decided to hang a crucifix in the deceased's mind.

Suddenly, one of the doctors appeared in the doorway and shouted in despair:
- Over here, quickly! Nurse, the mask, adrenaline ampoules, someone, a stretcher!
We rushed after him—anyway, there was nothing left in WisTrit's room but work for the cleaners.
In the staff room, Князь_OMEGA lay motionless on the sofa. A stethoscope cord was tied tightly around his neck. I leaned over to feel his pulse, and mechanically noted traces of pollen on the deceased's ordinary black garment.

The staff and patients gathered in the general hall to check if we were missing anyone else. Except for Xostor, whom they still couldn't wake up, everyone was present—and all equally bewildered. Grief was frozen on WishmasteR's face, and he quietly whispered a prayer under his breath—which was quite strange, as I usually hadn't noticed any particular piety in him.

The duty nurse's log lay open on her desk, and I mechanically read: "WhiteLizard – unstable".
She hadn't even had time to throw the notes into the trash, so I scanned them without hindrance:

1. Symbiosis of psychotics and doctors. I am proud of you. Your Sigmund F
2. Lizard was unstable. Couldn't check Amko. I'll check Neyra today, Mishka will check Loreley.
3. Peace, friendship, love
4. Yeah, sit back and relax, give my Xostor more time to work!

Asylum Inhabitants:
Xostor
Gil4
Werevolka
Hermit
RiMpel2
Loreley
Gur
Neyra Drake
WishmasteR

Departed:
Ple-Sen
Pitch Black
Arandor
Thorium
WhiteLizard
Amko
Reinhard
Nebo
Князь_OMEGA
WisTrit

Execute Hostor

Oh, it seems that Vistrit has died.
It's a pity for Omega; he was a true servant of God and preached peace and kindness.

Omega's killer, surrender. We will find you anyway and punish you, just like Nebka.

Oh-oh-oh, Werewolf. It's bad to kill a priest).

About Verwolf, it seems like the truth. For now, let's execute Verwolf.

Oh-oh-oh, Werewolf. It's bad to kill a priest.

But I think it turned out well. Successfully. I didn't promise anything to the town, I'm not crazy. So, execute the Werewolf, it's time to end this farce. Maybe I'll still have time to join Lizard in the Mafia.))

Execute Verwolf

Let’s just execute Hostor. Werevolka, help us!!! Why are you executing her? She’s the only one left!!! And there are 3 psychos, besides, it might not be possible to execute Hostor again! Gil, what are you doing?!

Listen to Uncle Gil! He will lead everyone to a glorious victory! He will lead the city and the madmen! Hooray!
No, I'm just curious about what will happen next.

Let's just execute Hostor. Werevolka, help us!!! Why are you executing her, she's the only one left??? And there are 3 psychos, besides, it might not be possible to execute Hostor again! Gil, what are you doing??!!

What am I doing? Hmm, well, I'm leading the city to ruin, as you can see. I've been doing it for a long time. So, it's better to give your vote to Werevolka, you can see that she doesn't mind. :)

Execute Verwolke, this will put an end to the evil doctors' practices.

Why do we need a patch? Execute Hostor.

Sincerely,
Gur